I want to be…
I want to be the wind,
That plays with your hair.
I want to be the sun,
That lights up your way.
I want to be the rain,
That grazes your cheek.
I want to be the grass,
That tickles your soft feet.
I want to be the magic,
That your smile procreates.
I want to be the night,
That share your dreams.
I want to be the memory,
That rules your heart.
Yes, I want to be because,
Your love is what sets me free…
I want to be the wind,
That plays with your hair.
I want to be the sun,
That lights up your way.
I want to be the rain,
That grazes your cheek.
I want to be the grass,
That tickles your soft feet.
I want to be the magic,
That your smile procreates.
I want to be the night,
That share your dreams.
I want to be the memory,
That rules your heart.
Yes, I want to be because,
Your love is what sets me free…